I would’ve wanted to be a freelance builder, crafter, designer and engineer. Here’s why I know I can’t, it’s because I am terrible with just knowing things. An experienced craftsman knows their tools by heart, can pick one up that they absolutely need for the job at hand. They know their workshop, inside and out. They can calculate measurements with barely thinking. They just have it together.
That’s not me. You can show me 3 different types of a philips screwdriver and for every one, I’d be like “erm…uh, still philips to me!” when there is subtle differences between them. I can barely measure things to save my life. I am just stunted to learn so many of these things, but I’m only capable of doing small projects at the very least.
People like Adam Savage really have inspired me, having seen the things he can do and how passionate he is about what he does. I love that. I wish I could be that. But I’m not.
Author.
I’ve struggled all my life at finding the time to actually finish anything of note. I have folders full of notes, snippets of chapters, character profiles, etc…
All are ideas that I adore, but while I used to consider myself an “okay” writer, it’s very much like any other muscle, if you don’t use it regularly it atrophies. The longer it’s been, the harder it is to get back to it without feeling defeated by the mental effort it suddenly takes to think of one damn metaphor.
And no… i refuse to use A.I. to slop out some books. That would betray every ethical belief about human creativity that I have; which is that there is no “accomplishment” without “struggle”. The time, training, sweat and learning ARE the entire point of creative endeavour.